changbin, the competitive senior that was on your tennis team. he’s the team captain. and he’s pretty fucking good at tennis. like a pro. meanwhile you’ve only been playing for a year, but you’re pretty average. not bad, but not good. today your coach had you do some drills working on forehand. you were paired up with of course changbin…

you tossed the ball back and fourth using forehand. changbin was wearing a tank top and shorts, along with a cap. it was 80 degrees, sweat dripping down his biceps.

“hit harder! also swing coming down.” changbin noticed the lack of skill you had while passing it back and fourth. he rolled his eyes and approached you. changbin stood behind you, holding your wrist the right way and swinging the racket how it’s supposed to be done, his body pressing up against yours.

“and swing like this” changbin guided your ame using his, the ball made a solid return in the court.